Handsome and Greta (Seven Ways to Sin 3)

I slid my hand over my sex and caressed it gently as the sensations were still strong on my skin. My waking dreams ushered me into my sleeping dreams where I lay with my lovers. Jake was there too. He watched at first then our eyes locked. He came over to me and kissed me while his friends stroked and caressed me from my neck down to my toes.

When Jake pulled away from our embrace, he was wearing a devil mask. I was startled, even afraid. Then he mounted me, and my fear turned to excitement, to exhilaration, to ecstasy.

I woke, rested but sad that I had been taken from my dream. I lay in bed a while, passing my hand lightly over my breasts, gently exploring my tender nipples. Then I slid my hand down to my crotch where my fingers pet my sex while my mind conjured the images of Jake and Austin and Matty and Erik and Cameron and Dalton and Gabriel.

On the slopes, I could scarcely focus on my work. On more than one occasion one of the models had to snap me out of my reverie.

“Sorry,” I said when Michael snapped his fingers in my face to bring me back down to earth.

“It’s OK,” he said. “I guess staring at sexy models all day can send a girl dreaming. It’s understandable.”

“Yeah, I said, “that must be it.”

Shortly past noon, Matty called me.

“Jake’s been released. I just got off the phone with him.”

I jumped for joy. “That’s great news!”

“He’s not out of the woods yet,” said Matty, trying in vain to temper my enthusiasm. “He’s spending the night in Colorado—some loose ends to tie up. But he’ll be back in Perth sometime tomorrow evening.

“I have so many questions.”

“Yeah, you and me both.”

“But he’s out of jail,” I said. “We should celebrate.”

“Definitely,” said Matty. “Oh, and there’s more good news. Betty’s being released from the hospital.”

“I have so many questions for her too,” I said.

“We should get together for dinner then. Maybe at the lodge.”

“Umm, OK,” I said.

“What’s the matter? You don’t sound so enthusiastic.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said. “It’s just that the food’s not so good at the lodge.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to drink more wine.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Sounds like a celebration,” said Matty. “We’ll see you later tonight. Have a good afternoon.”

“You, too, Matty. See you later.”

The good news ripped me further from the work I was supposed to be doing. Jake’s coming back! I can’t wait to tell him about our live streams - all the money we’ve been making, and so quickly, too. And, to think, our next show, we’ll be eight!

I had to smile. Bonita’s going to be so happy for me.

I started doing calculations. In a few weeks, we’ll have made enough money to pay all our back rent. A few more weeks, and we’ll have a good nest egg going. We’ll be able to buy advertising, hire someone to launch a new marketing campaign. In a few short months, The Handsome Agency will be the talk of the town and we’ll have to raise our rates and even turn away a few clients because we’ll just be getting too many orders.

I was still giddy and dreaming on the bus ride back to the lodge.

“I’m guessing by the smile on your face,” said Hans, “that things are working out with... with whatever it is you were dealing with?”

I nodded enthusiastically. “We did it. Jake’s going to be OK.”

“Who’s Jake?” asked Philip.

I swatted down his question and said casually, “Jake’s a friend.”

Hans turned to Philip and said, “Jake was in trouble, but Greta managed to help him out.”

I bit down on my lower lip trying to suppress my giddy grin. “Well, I didn’t do it alone. I had a little help.”

Matty, Cameron, Austin, Erik, Gabriel, and Dalton were all standing outside the front doors when we arrived back at the lodge.

I hopped off the bus and ran to them, smiling and cheering. “We did it! We really did it.”

We hugged and celebrated.

Hans passed us, lugging a heavy battery in one hand and holding onto a pile of suits draped over his shoulder with the other.

“Let’s help you unload,” said Dalton.

Cameron caught up with Hans. “Hans, let me give you a hand.”

I watched out of the corner of my eye. Hans stopped and looked at Cameron suspiciously for a moment. Then he said “Thanks” and handed Cameron the pile of suits.

Back in the room, I told Hans that Betty had been released from the hospital.

“Then she’s OK?”

“I guess so,” I said. “Austin is down at reception trying to get more information.”

Hans rubbed his chin, furrowed his brow, and looked quizzically at the wall. “I’d like to talk to her if I can.” Then he looked at me. “What was she so upset about?”